Page 62 of King’s Kismet

The scent of my mates mingled together with the new car smell of the sleek black Navigator. It was my second one, replacing the beauty that Alric’s cronies lit on fire a couple of months ago.

I wasn’t still hung up on losing Sharron.

I mean, I was… But I would sacrifice a thousand Sharrons if that meant keeping Jack and Grim safe again.

“Why are we sacrificing people named Sharron?” Stone asked me, an inquisitive expression lighting his features.

Of course, he wouldn’t have an issue with sacrifices.

“I don’t,” he mumbled. “I’m just curious why it’s only people named Sharron. Why not Steve or Leroy or Mary?”

I patted his leg. “You’re taking my thoughts out of context again.”

“Will you slow the fuck down?” Vaughn snarled at Novak, though my vampire only sped up. “We’re in a parking lot, you idiot.”

“Just stop the vehicle,” Briggs requested, his hand pressed to the roof. “I’ll walk from here.”

“Just chill out,” my vampire mocked. “It’s not like you can die.”

“It still fucking hurts,” my wolf bitched.

Novak scoffed. “Don’t be a pussy.”

“Don’t call me a pussy,” Briggs growled.

“Novak!” York shouted. “There’s a—”

“Saw him,” my vampire sang, slamming on the brakes.

I glared at him as the seat belt tightened too snuggly against my chest.

“Oh my gods,” Vaughn groaned. “We’re not going to make it to the club. He’s going to kill us.”

“All bets that deal with Novak and driving are now void,” York proclaimed. “He’s not allowed behind the wheel when we’re all in the vehicle.”

I snorted at my druid’s dramatics. “He’s not that bad a driver.”

“Speak for your fucking self,” Briggs whispered before attempting to peer over his shoulder at me. “You can let him drive you all you want. But I refuse to let him be the reason Grim has to trap my soul in one of his balls.”

Stone chuckled. “You don’t want to be in the reaper’s balls? Noted.”

“Fuck off,” Briggs barked as he swung open the door and jumped out of the SUV.

“I guess I’ll park right here,” Novak mused, coming to a complete stop.

“You can’t,” my fae pointed out. “This is literally the front entrance of the club. You almost hit a customer.”

Palmer launched between the seats, leaning over the console in the front to turn off the vehicle. “Get out of the driver’s seat. You have a death wish that I do not share.”

Novak shrugged. “You guys are so uptight. We made it, didn’t we?”

“Barely,” York muttered.

“But did you die?” my vampire countered.

“Almost,” Vaughn snapped. “And you nearly hit a man.”

“But I didn’t.” Novak sighed. “Nearly doesn’t count.”